The Faded Masquerade

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The iron gate did not fall so much as it dissolved, the heavy iron bars snapping inward with a sound like a bone breaking in a quiet room, sending shards of rust and metal skittering across the wet cobblestones of the drive. Elias Thorne stood in the rotunda of the ancestral estate, his hand still outstretched toward the iron, his fingers trembling not from the cold that was seeping through his...

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